[Intro: Gucci Mane]
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Night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
I did that on a night like this, get car jacked on a night like this
I don't wanna dab and I might run up wit a scrap
You might get whacked on a night like this
On a night like this? Yeah, my nigga, on a night like this
On a night like this?
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
On a night like this a nigga might get killed
Whack that nigga, give his ass the whole clip
Might send a bitch to attract that nigga
Tease that nigga, distract that nigga
Run off on the third, get killed on the fifth
Hit him in the head with the damn four fifth
Met him at the club, he was smoking that piff
Shot him in the head, he didn't leave no tip
Got lean in the car, can't take no sip
Can't lean, can't walk, can't crawl, can't limp
One of them nights he don't get right, done fixed your face then your ass get killed
That's what you get tryna act all stiff
Coming up the hill too swift, I whip one
Blood or crip, give a damn, I hit one
If you don't have a gun then you better go get one
One of them nights when I don't wanna fight
Put your hands on me and I'm ending your life
Sit to my left 'cause you know that ain't right
Call me Tyron 'cause you know that ain't right
I'm the type of nigga that get in a fight by the end of the night
They be reading my rights
I got the right to shoot your ass on sight, I got the right to put an end to your life
If they rob you once, they'll rob you twice
You a pussy ass nigga, you ain't 'bout that life
1017
Night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
I did that on a night like this, get car jacked on a night like this
I don't wanna dab and I might run up wit a scrap
You might get whacked on a night like this
On a night like this? Yeah, my nigga, on a night like this
On a night like this?
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
On a night like this a nigga might get killed
Whack that nigga, give his ass the whole clip
Might send a bitch to attract that nigga
Tease that nigga, distract that nigga
Run off on the third, get killed on the fifth
Hit him in the head with the damn four fifth
Met him at the club, he was smoking that piff
Shot him in the head, he didn't leave no tip
Got lean in the car, can't take no sip
Can't lean, can't walk, can't crawl, can't limp
One of them nights he don't get right, done fixed your face then your ass get killed
That's what you get tryna act all stiff
Coming up the hill too swift, I whip one
Blood or crip, give a damn, I hit one
If you don't have a gun then you better go get one
One of them nights when I don't wanna fight
Put your hands on me and I'm ending your life
Sit to my left 'cause you know that ain't right
Call me Tyron 'cause you know that ain't right
I'm the type of nigga that get in a fight by the end of the night
They be reading my rights
I got the right to shoot your ass on sight, I got the right to put an end to your life
If they rob you once, they'll rob you twice
You a pussy ass nigga, you ain't 'bout that life
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